My Prince of Tennis has a high proficiency level

Complete an excellent sit-up.

[Sit-up experience +2]

Current sit-up level: lv6 (0/10000)

Through your persistent training, your core strength has increased by 0.1.

[Your sit-up level has reached lv6. Your understanding of sit-ups has improved, and the advanced option has been activated.]

[Core Enhancement] focuses on boosting explosive power.

With no other options, Shibukawa had a sudden inspiration and chose the [Core Enhancement] trait. Instantly, a warm current surged from his waist and abdomen, strengthening his muscle cells and making him feel full of energy.

Core Enhancement Lv1: Increases burst damage by 10%.

Upgrade requirements: Strength ≥ 3, proficient in 8 variations of abdominal crunches.

"call......"

Sensing the changes in his body, Shibukawa exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze becoming even sharper.

In less than 30 minutes, his five dimensions improved slightly again. His technique reached 2.6, and his strength increased to 1.9, not to mention that he awakened two more traits.

Although the strength isn't particularly high, the 10% passive boost from [Upper Limb Enhancement] and [Core Enhancement] is still quite effective.

As his five-dimensional power increases, the effects of these two passive abilities will only become stronger.

immediately.

He threw himself back into training.

Only after completing their daily training goals did they get up and return to the competition venue.

at this time.

单打2的千石早就解决对手，而单打1的上杉也已经5-0领先。又过去2分钟不到，柿木中学的单打1被彻底击溃。

"The match is over."

"Kenichi Yamabuki wins, score 6-0!"

finally.

Yamabuki crushed Kakiki 5-0 in the final score.

Especially the last three singles matches, which completely overturned the rumors that Yamabuki was weak in singles. Even the players from the Seishundai Club did not dare to underestimate them.

The only one injured was Kakigi; Coach Kuki Kensuke's plan had completely failed. Not only did he lose money, but he also lost face—a complete double loss.

In other words, Kensuke Kuki had good self-control; even after losing the match, he always faced everyone with a smile.

Thank you for your guidance.

At the net, the players on both sides bowed to each other in gratitude.

"Let's go."

Because of the crushing defeat, Kensuke Kuki was unwilling to linger and left with his team.

In contrast to them, the Yamabuki team, who had won the match, all looked relaxed. Banta was in a good mood and simply waved his hand, letting them do as they pleased.

then.

The group dispersed to tour the Youth Club. It must be said that the scale and facilities of the professional club were far superior to those of a junior high school tennis club.

Every court was cleaned very well, and there were even people watering the grass courts and staff carefully mowing the lawns.

Then.

The group then moved indoors, where, in addition to the tennis courts, the gym was fully equipped with all sorts of gear. On a weekend morning, there were quite a few people training; the tennis club even felt like a professional gym.

Led by Uesugi, the group tried some activities out of curiosity. After carefully experiencing the training intensity, which was comparable to that of adults, they all exclaimed how terrifying it was.

Especially after completing hardcore exercises like deadlifts and bench presses, the Yamabuki team members turned pale and began to breathe rapidly.

"Don't joke around, this isn't something you middle schoolers can practice."

An elite player from the club sneered upon seeing this: "For you guys, the important thing now is to master the basics. Just visit places like this; don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

"Oh?"

At that moment, a handsome young man with orange hair stepped forward with a smile from Yamabuki's side: "Does senpai mean this isn't a tennis club, but a gym?"

Ok?

The elite player who had spoken up was surprised that someone among these middle school students dared to contradict him, and immediately frowned: "Kid, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple."

Already annoyed by being delayed from his date, Sengoku looked up and gave the other person a dismissive glance: "I think since this is a tennis club, we should let the tennis balls do the talking, don't you think?"

This statement came out.

The elite athletes in the gym all frowned.

"Arrogant brat."

The elite player sneered, "You don't actually think your tennis is better than mine, do you?"

Sengoku shrugged, his smile undiminished: "Who knows if we don't try?"

Good guy!

The elite players around them immediately widened their eyes.

"Where did this kid come from, daring to provoke Akagi?"

"He looks like a middle school student. It's a pity, when Akagi gets angry, he won't even give the coach any face."

"Then he's in big trouble."

The people in the Youth Stage Club nearby all wore expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

"Kid, you've got some nerve."

The elite player named Akagi raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Then let me see what you're capable of. Don't blame me for not warning you, bloodshed on the tennis courts of Youth Stage is commonplace."

"That would be perfect."

Sengoku, not to be outdone, met his opponent head-on, his smile widening rather than diminishing.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to explode.

However, neither of them made a move there. Instead, they left tacitly and headed to a nearby sports field, with the others following behind them, attracting the attention of passersby.

"What's going on?"

"It seems like Akagi is going to compete against a middle school student."

"A middle school student? Really? If I remember correctly, Akagi made it into the Metropolitan Tournament (high school individual competition) last year through the preliminaries."

The crowd grew larger and larger, following the two in groups. Once they entered the field, they completely surrounded the stadium.

"Kid, it's not too late to regret it now."

Inside the court, the tall and imposing Shinya Akagi casually slung his racket over his shoulder and sneered, "If you kneel down and apologize to me, I'll let you go. Otherwise... hmph!!"

"Feed".

However, Sengoku wasn't buying it at all. Instead, he frowned and looked at him, saying, "You're talking too much nonsense."

"Well......"

Akagi was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "You brat, you're asking for it!!!"

He was utterly enraged.

As the match began, he launched a fierce attack like a mad dog.

however.

Akagi's attacks were countered one by one by Sengoku.

"this one?"

Sengoku curled his lip in disdain.

The opponent's shot was indeed powerful, but it was ultimately just brute force with almost no skill involved. He initially thought it was a trap, but after some probing, he realized he was completely overthinking it.

Then, Sengoku seized the opening exposed by Akagi's wide-angle return and launched a strong counterattack, landing a precise straight shot on the opponent's backhand.

The latter froze on the spot, watching helplessly as the tennis ball flew past him to his left.

However, before Akagi could react, Sengoku used a Tiger Cannon at 80% of its power to shut him up completely.

boom!

boom!

boom!

It sounded like a cannonball hitting the ground.

The surroundings fell silent instantly, and everyone's gazes towards Sengoku became serious and wary. "Is that really a serve a middle school student could produce?"

Akagi completely lost his touch.

At this moment, he was at a loss and had completely lost his previous arrogant demeanor.

But Sengoku had no intention of letting him off the hook; instead, he vented all his frustration and annoyance from the past two days.

boom!

End of the session.

Sengoku's smash sent Akagi's racket flying, and the latter landed on his backside, his face filled with terror.

"How is that possible?"

"What's wrong, senior? It's not working already?"

Sengoku looked at his opponent with a smile that, in Akagi's eyes, seemed like a devil: "If you don't want another set, you'd better let me have my fill. Go, get the tennis ball!"

"you......"

Akagi opened his mouth to retort, but seeing the other party's unyielding gaze and recalling the fierce, smash-like serve, his heart trembled. He reluctantly got up and picked up the tennis ball.

Sengoku smiled with satisfaction.

In the blink of an eye, after defeating Akagi, he raised his racket and swept it towards the surrounding players from the Youth Club: "Anyone want to come at me? Don't tell me that as a club player, you're afraid of a middle schooler like me!"

"I'll do it!"

Someone, unable to swallow this insult, immediately took his racket and walked onto the court. However, he was no match for Sengoku and was easily defeated.

"Next!"

Sengoku swung his racket again, ready to have a good fight.

Uesugi, who was watching from the sidelines, did not stop them. He also wanted to take this opportunity to let the other party vent their dissatisfaction.

In the blink of an eye.

Sengoku then dealt with five or six more people.

Looking at the figures lying haphazardly around the court, Sengoku felt a surge of satisfaction. His pent-up frustration dissipated, and he felt better than ever before. He immediately raised his racket again, ready to play all ten matches before leaving.

"Who else?"

However, as soon as he pointed his racket, the players from the surrounding clubs retreated in fear, and not one dared to step forward.

"What, is this all there is to the so-called tennis club?"

Still not satisfied, Sengoku raised an eyebrow, looking arrogant. The players from the surrounding clubs dared not speak out, which only boosted Sengoku's confidence and made him even more imposing.

"These tennis club guys are such cowards!"

"It's not that they're cowardly, it's that Sengoku is too strong. Tsk tsk, I originally thought the tennis club's players were very skilled, but now it seems they don't even have players at the Kanto level."

The members of Yamabuki's regular team said with a smile.

They were initially in awe of this seemingly high-class tennis club, but Sengoku easily dispelled their illusions.

Consequently, their gazes toward these elite players were tinged with disdain.

That's all.

however.

Just then, a calm voice rang out.

The Yamabuki members frowned, surprised that anyone would dare to speak up. Sengoku, on the other hand, slung his racket over his shoulder and turned to look with interest.

"Forehead......"

But when his gaze fell on the newcomer, his confident smile froze on his face.

"Tezuka...?!"

"Tezuka Kunimitsu!!!"

Uesugi and the others were suddenly jolted.

They never expected that they would encounter this person at the Youth Stage Club.

Kunimitsu Tezuka.

Qing Xue is selected.

The culprit who shut out Sengoku in this year's tournament, preventing Yamabuki from reaching the semi-finals.

"Glug."

Nan, Dongfang, and the others subconsciously swallowed.

"What...how did this guy get here?"

"And he's wearing a Youth Stage club player's jacket. Could it be that he...?"

Upon realizing this, everyone immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

"What happened?"

However, the players of the Seishundai Club, who were initially intimidated by Sengoku's strength, quickly came to their senses.

One of them sneered, "Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you silent now?!"

"Hmm."

Sengoku, Uesugi, and the others looked grim.

Especially Sengoku, he was in the right in this matter, after all, Akagi was arrogant and there was nothing wrong with him teaching him a lesson.

The problem is that he went too far.

What started as a personal feud has escalated into a confrontation between Yamabuki and the Seishundai Club. Even if Banta were here, he wouldn't be able to side with him; in fact, he'd have to teach Banta a lesson.

of course.

That's not the point.

The root cause is that he wasn't strong enough and ran into a brick wall.

Facing this Seigaku regular who easily defeated him a few months ago and whose strength is unfathomable, Sengoku has no confidence whatsoever.

But he was unwilling to bow his head here.

Not only him, but Uesugi, as the head of the Yamabuki brigade, was also caught in a dilemma. Admitting his mistake would make people look down on Yamabuki.

But if they were to face off head-on, neither he nor Sengoku would be confident.

"What should we do?"

Nan, Dongfang, and the others exchanged glances, all seeing the unease in the eyes of the others, each one like an ant on a hot pan.

"My dear companion, what do you think about this...?"

Not far away.

The middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, Araki, the coach of the Youth Stage Club, turned his head and glanced at the old man with a full head of white hair next to him.

The two knew each other, and Araki even considered himself a junior. Their original intention was for the Yamabuki members to walk around the club, observe, and broaden their horizons.

Unexpectedly, the conflict between Sengoku and Akagi escalated midway through the match, turning into a tennis duel. Even more unexpectedly, after winning the match, Sengoku became arrogant and took down several people from the club, putting both sides in a difficult position.

Araki had indeed been quite uncomfortable, and he was naturally very satisfied that Tezuka had appeared and intimidated his opponent. However, he didn't want to offend the old man in front of him and embarrass him.

The problem is that after Tezuka spoke, everyone in Yamabuki seemed to be frightened and no one dared to respond.

"It's okay."

Bantian waved his hand and said calmly, "These kids are always unreliable. It's a good thing that someone can teach them a lesson."

He's seventy years old after all, so naturally he wouldn't get angry over such a small thing. But disappointment is inevitable.

Uesugi, as the department head, didn't even have the courage to step forward and negotiate. Sengoku, on whom Banta had placed high hopes, was similarly intimidated by his opponent, becoming arrogant at first and then humble later, making him a laughingstock.

"Sengoku..."

Seeing the reactions of the Yamabuki crew, Tezuka was somewhat surprised and disappointed. He hadn't expected them to be unable to even give a direct response.

Even the head of the Yamabuki team is not competent enough. It is precisely at times like these that he should take on the responsibility of being the team's pillar.

With a sigh, Tezuka thought to himself, "It seems like next year's Yamabuki might be..."

"I'll do it."

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

Ok?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a boy with long black bangs covering his eyes, about the same height as Sengoku, walk past the Yamabuki group and stand at the edge of the court.

"Since the problem arose from tennis, let's solve it with tennis."

Shechuan looked up, a smile on his face, at the bespectacled boy opposite him: "What do you think, my friend?"